That Space Between Your Ears

I don't know that I realized until this year just how important it is to have the space and time to yourself just to think. To be left alone with nothing but your thoughts, your noise, your static- it's become very premium to me. I'd always heard how important it was, but never felt it until this year. Maybe, because, in the past I had all the time in the world. At least, that's how it seemed. But the demands of 2010 seem to have piled up faster than I can account for and even though I have no idea how I'll do it, I know that I will do it. That, I tell myself, is what the stimulants are for. That... and the wordy juice.

dancing in my head

When I write, I often start by listening to music. It lets my mind drift off to the far unknown reaches of my subconscious. Music does this thing in my brain, mind you, it's almost like it flips on a projector. And oftentimes, it plays out like scenes from a movie in my head. Sometimes, it's horrible. Earlier today, I imagined the transgendered Bob Dylan that is Cate Blanchett singing "I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby" to a man. (And it wasn't sensational, it was Shakespeare, mannnn...) And sometimes, it's scenes from a movie on some alternate planet.

I used to aid this with the help of a tasty beverage- usually Jameson, cola and lime. I call it a Boston Rush (all the trainspotters in my life know why). I don't do this as much as I used to. Empty bottles of Canadian Club and Segrams strewn about your workspace only works for so long. But I always enjoyed the process of throwing monkey wrenches into the mental process and seeing what sort of darwinistic germs rose to the surface. The pure, the true ideas, I figured would float to the surface and present themselves cause if ever they were gonna make a jailbreak, this was it.

I don't use these methodologies like I used to. Work and life and relationships don't allow it. Time is at a premium and until I get paid to do this for a living, it's going to continue to be this way. I won't lie. Some nights, I really miss it.

But know that tonight, I am blasted and obliviously dancing away on some crappy underground dancefloor in Berlin somewhere where the dj is playing crappy American lo-fi techno- even if only in my head.

exodus interuptus

I swear it, I'm almost out of the desert here. I know it's been a looong time since I posted anything but the time off has been healthy, positive and productive. Things are to be wrapped up on This Is Not a Love Song by Kent vs Pennington soon, with other projects to be announced. One of which should bring me back to the stage in some form or another.

Lots of good new music around the corner including Gogol Bordello, LCD Soundsystem and the Holdsteady, all of whom have new records arriving soon. There will be a Cowboy Junkies show at the National Hispanic Cultural Center and hopefully something at the Santa Fe opera that I'll talk about when I do or don't get tickets.

Lots of thoughts going on in regards to how I want to comport myself with this blog when it does actually return. Since the virtual ghosting of MySpace, there's no reason to really blog there other than storage. And while I haven't been blogging lately, I do miss the speaking out loud of things no person should say sort of quality to it. So I'm expecting to do more ramblage damage around here real soon, of a more varied and possibly personal nature.

And like everything else I've typed on this keyboard tonight, I've used a lot of words to say not much indefinitely. I'm officially ridiculous. Goodnight, teenyboppers, it's way past your bedtime.